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the little faded purple heart yoongi inked onto his skin, that he sometimes rubs or presses when his put together, colder image won't let him voice the words i love you.
his long fingers with rings decorating them ending in nails painted black, his t-shirt is a little ripped and all over the place but hidden by his jacket thrown over it.
he pulls the younger under his chin for kisses on the head even though jungkook is at least a head taller than him. sometimes his boots make up for it, other times the younger wears them and becomes a giant ultimately.
they comfort each other, in times when jungkook out of nowhere doubts his own worth, fumbling with the idea of not being enough yoongi would be there to pull him down into a hug, let the younger cuddle up to him until his face is tucked into his neck. or when yoongi's mood shifts, silently eating away at himself without a notice the younger would sit behind him, arms wrapped around his torso to relax him, jungkook's sudden giggly clinginess enough to ease the older's mind.
that all tooth smile that reaches up to his eyes, nose crinkled into almost a grimace.
when yoongi slips into his room he finds the younger drenched in school work (very usually sight to see, either this or jungkook absentmindedly tattoing himself on his bed), hunched over what seems like a textbook as the older ruffles his hair. that pulls his mind off of the tightly fitted paragraphs, eyes closing as he hums chasing the other's hand farther into his soft hair.
yoongi snickers lovingly, moves a few papers so he can sit down on the bed of the younger. just as he plops down the sound of flipping pages, then one of shutting a book hits his ears - eyes closed as he lays on the bed.
there's soon weight on him, his all muscle yet soft boyfriend sneaking up to sit in his lap. "attention-seeker." the older scoffs, nudging the hand tickling down his arm away. he can literally see the pout forming on jungkook's lips through closed eyelids he thinks.
"c'mere." and the younger is quick to, practically bouncing up to throw one leg over the older's frame and to lay on his chest. then it's silent, their breaths the loudest if anything. yoongi still has his eyes closed, while jungkook moves sometimes — hand soothing down the other's body slowly.
"pretty." he mumbles, breath fanning yoongi's face from their closeness. he opens his eyes to jungkook propped up on one hand, few inches away closely examining the older's features. and gosh yoongi can't help it. he breaks into a smile. all gums, hissing as the younger coos and pinches his cheek. he protests by pushing him away but it's no help, and he isn't trying hard to do so either. so he fails. listens as jungkook giggles on and on and coos above him with a sigh, gets a little lost in his boyfriend's beauty by chance and all.
god, is he a lucky motherfucker. jeon jungkook is a treat.
and many people would disagree...
they were quite the pair at first too. broken as fuck. both of them.
their relationship never meant to be anything serious. they fucked around, jungkook crashed at yoongi's place a few too many times. yoongi came and went in the younger's life for two years, on and off.
then one time the younger broke down after a heartbreak, going off about how no one ever treats him right and although yoongi has been shit at it as well, going in and out of sight for months at a time as if he didn't even exist anymore it was for once better.
even like that, he doesn't fail to punctuate how yoongi has not been good to him either, but still managed to be better. still treated him right in the times he was actually around, even though their relationship never was official or serious.
and fuck yoongi felt bad. he never thought he meant anything for jungkook. not like this, not in any way. a quickie after a 2am party or a lil stress release on exam day.
the younger was 90% of time in a relationship, and even if he wasn't the older wasn't planning anything with him.
that was the rocky road that started it all.
a sobbing jungkook, slurring his words together about how yoongi could do so much better but also begging him to stay. not to leave like everyone did so far with a big fuss.
and he doesn't. he pities the kid, because that's what jungkook is in his eyes then and there. probably where their weird relationship dynamic stems from actually. because the first months of them dating is like that.
no switch is flipped. just yoongi being yoongi. giving some affection, having sex with the younger but nothing else.
that's also maybe because it's not official until another few months. when jungkook loses it again and throws a fit about how he doesn't think of them as fuckbuddies or whatever the hell yoongi makes out of it.
and they say they are dating from then. they warm up to each other, yoongi starts to shed his mask of being this cold, unaffectionate, grumpy pain in the ass, and jungkook matures a little.
they are never, not even now vocal about it. don't go around parading one another. never really outrightly state they are dating either.
yoongi in his head gives the boyfriend title wholeheartedly to jungkook, just never outloud, but it's there. they are not the affectionate kind of couple, not keen on pda. most of their friends don't even know they are a thing, just some maybe that they are in a relationship.
it all stays on the low. everything does they do.
most things go unsaid. no feelings need to be vocalised for them to know they are there.
affectionate hugs, hair ruffles and compliments are so close yet so far from saying "i love you" now aren't they...
and jungkook is stupid in love. never says it, because yoongi doesn't either. just quietly keeps hoping the feelings are actually mutual.
he absentmindedly inks the older's name onto his arm one night. quietly sniffling as it dawns on him, what the reaction to it will be. is he going too far?
but at that moment he doesn't care enough to stop, and maybe change the first letters he has already tattooed onto himself to end in something else that isn't the name of the older.
music booms from his speakers, the night otherwise quiet. he glances at his phone again and again, hoping the older would respond and ease his mind from all the doubts he's having. but still after two hours the message is left without a response.
the music feels quiet as his heartbeat picks up, suddenly worry taking over anger. what if something happened and he's just sitting here thinking yoongi hates him? what if this what if that, what if...
the doorknob jiggles and turns.
it's just loud enough for it to not be drowned out by the music. and there he is. the same guy who's name has been now permamently on the skin of jungkook for an hour, just like he is in his heart.
he doesn't say hi just throws himself on the younger's bed. he takes his phone out of his pocket, just now seeing the messages left by the boy a few feet away from him, tucked away in the corner of the room.
his tired eyes flick up to meet puffy red ones.
a moment of silence.
"why are you crying?" he asks, not sparing another glance.
and jungkook wants to cry, bawl his eyes out. bliss by muse is loud in his ears, the big black speakers next to his head picking the bass of the song up well.
and he can't help it. starts tearing up more and more, quietly sniffling and drying his face with his sleeve.
next thing he knows there's a figure crouching before him, a tap on his shoulder and the gentle voice he loves so much saying "hey".
their eyes meet again.
" please don't leave me." the younger chokes out as he throws himself into the older's warm embrace.
and it feels quiet again. as if the music wasn't even there to begin with.
"i wasn't planning on doing so, bun." long fingers card through his hair.
"sorry if i've been distant." the fingers travel down to caress his back.
"it's okay, you're okay. don't cry." another hand joins, comforting pressure.
and jungkook so desperately hopes the three words would follow. but they don't. instead the older shuffles a little until he's sitting more comfortably and pulls away, searching for the younger's face.
"do you wanna talk about it?" he asks softly.
what feels like minutes pass.
"i- i love you." the ravenette finally mumbles, still sniffling a little. "and... i just want to hear it from you. i-if you d-do too."
a big sigh.
but before the younger's heart can hit the floor and shatter into millions of pieces, his worst fear coming true...
"i love you too. thought you knew that. sorry."
love.
"can we say it more?" it's almost inaudible. there's no answer.
"like...i know we promised to not be those disgusting couples, b-but... i wanna say it more. wanna hear it more." and there's a small kiss placed on his forehead.
"of course we can. if that's what you want."
yoongi has to pull the younger away from himself again, since he has shyly burried himself in the other's neck. they share a kiss. not a rushed or heated one. just a gentle, loving kiss.
and maybe things aren't good left unsaid. maybe after all the shitty relationships they've been through no words will ever guarantee that they would be sure in the feeling of being loved.
but maybe that's also why they work well together. they don't need words most of the time, just simple gestures to make the other feel at ease.
jungkook decides to show him the tattoo. sooner or later he will see either way.
the only response he gets is a surprised face and a "i don't know if i'm good enough for you to be worn for life on your skin kook..."
and yeah. he's for now at ease that he also scored the jackpot. min yoongi is worth a stupid small tattoo on his forearm for eternity.